The news of the death of the old man Xi soon spread throughout the village, and the whole village silently came to see off the old man who had only done one thing to cure the disease and save people in the past ten years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Huzi stepped forward to pick up the messy Xi Yu, there were still a little tears on his closed eyelashes, like an earthworm to wash away the dirt on his face, revealing the fragility that belonged to his age, the strong man's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but shed hot tears.

The whole village watched him grow up, who doesn't feel sorry for this young fatherless and motherless child, whenever he sees other children with his parents' love, he is alone outside, obviously lost but always has to pretend to be heartless, all day long to everyone is stupid.

When he is a little older, he neglects to discipline, and he is constantly catching chickens and touching dogs, but every time he sees him looking up, showing a mouthful of snow-white teeth and grinning, everything is gone, which makes people love and hate, and what is in his bones is the kindness that is in the same vein as his grandfather.

Lao Zhang led the villagers to respectfully bid farewell to the immortal, and entered the house, his eyes fell on the peaceful face of his old friend, quietly, as if he was just asleep.

His face was gloomy, the room was full of people, the wrinkles on his forehead were deeper under the faint skylight, and he sighed in his heart, guilt and chagrin were unspeakable, the unjust oath of his ancestors was destined to end here, but old friend, you shouldn't have gone, you died for me, but how could you be so cruel to leave your poor grandson alone and die......

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I don't know how long it took, Xi Yu Huoran woke up, sat up suddenly, gasped for breath, and the hand that grabbed the quilt trembled slightly. In a half-dream, half-awake, his mind was full of vicious ghosts, blood and bones, and those warm hands were gradually moving away, and he couldn't reach out in fright.

The clothes have been changed in a coma, and the face has been cleaned, maybe all this is just a nightmare, after a while, Grandpa will smoke a dry cigarette and push the door in, laughing and scolding him for not getting up at this hour, what a lazy sleepy worm.

But this is not a nightmare that will pass after all, grandpa is gone.

The funeral of the mountain people was simple, and the villagers bought a coffin, and the next day it was carried by Xi Yu, who was dressed in white, and was buried.

As the old saying goes, people eat soil for a lifetime, and soil eats people once.

Old man Xi collected medicine for half his life, and when he died, he was buried at the foot of the mountain.

Xi Yu kept in mind his grandfather's words, and kept biting his lip stubbornly, not shedding a single tear, his face was so pale that he seemed to have lost his soul, and only his body was moving.

After the coffin was put into the ground, he ate honestly, went back to his room, closed the door, there was a noise of gongs and drums outside, and two lines of tears flowed silently, and the half-grown boy finally couldn't help it, sat down with his knees in his arms, and cried bitterly.

He wept so hard that he couldn't stop crying, his body shook incessantly, and big tears fell into his neck.

"Don't cry!"

For a long time, a different voice came from the hoarse and pathetic throat.

Xi Yu choked and hated and scolded himself, hiccupping, his chapped lips moved again and again, and he wanted to wipe away his tears with the back of his hand, but his eyes were blurry, but he couldn't stop it, he lowered his face and muttered like a gnat: "It's so ugly to cry, don't ...... Crying......"

The sunset revealed the last rays of afterglow, the remnants of red fell, the sun and the moon turned, the mountains were covered with twilight, and the night was as deep as the eyes of demons, and the young man in the room was finally tired of crying, and then quietly silent.

He wore linen and filial piety, guarded in front of the spirit, and was too confused for the first seven days.

In the next few days, Xi Yu's eyes gradually cleared, regained his usual vitality, and sometimes he could raise his head and smile at the mourners, and few people saw him crying secretly in a place where no one was.

Suddenly, one night, there was a wind from outside the mountain, blowing people's clothes whirring, the old trees between the rocks swayed, the streams and rocks fell straight down, and the dark clouds wanted to urge, bringing the rain that had not been seen for a long time in this great drought, and a thunderbolt like a golden snake rumbled through, and the heavy rain came as scheduled.

Countless rains fell from the sky, turned into an ethereal pillar, sprinkled with water, brushed away the heat of the world, milky white clouds and mist wrapped around the mountainside, the grass and trees were renewed, and the young shoots squeezed out their heads, desperately sucking the sweet rain.

The summer thunder roars, the showers come and go quickly, the rain is clear after the rain without half a pillar of incense, the blue sky is like washing, the mountains and forests are full of green, verdant and dripping.

On the eighth day, Xi Yu packed up his package and went out to cultivate immortals.

Before leaving, he entered the second city, and after taking one last look at the daughter of the salt seller, he sold all the herbs picked in the mountains that day in the pharmacy, and the shopkeeper of the pharmacy with a few strands of yellow beard on his chin saw such a vintage, and his sleepy old eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed, and he did not bargain, and directly took all the rare medicinal materials that this mountain boy came and went to get from nowhere.

Xi Yu grew up eating 100 family rice since he was a child, and the kindness of the villagers was remembered in his heart, and he couldn't repay it, he didn't dare to forget it in the slightest, and secretly put the money in exchange for it in front of the door of every household at night.

I don't know when he will return, and it may be the last thing he can do for the village.

As for the strange things that happened in the mountains that day, Xi Yu was tight-lipped in grief and did not tell anyone.

According to Grandpa's last words, he took out a short knife from the deer skin under the plaque that was still dried with medicine, and sat on the threshold to sharpen the stone quickly, with a loud sound.

Before the old man in Tsing Yi surnamed Ji left, he heard the words of the young man who had lost his last relative, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter of recommendation for this boy who talked about cultivation, Xi Yu took it out, looked left and right at the letter sealed in red mud, and put it back in the baggage.

He let go of the crickets caught before the summer in the bamboo cage he weaved, the little insect didn't eat or drink for a few days, but it was still alive, watching it jump away, Xi Yu was stunned, as if he had released himself with his own hands.

Perhaps, if there is no business trip pool, there is no red glow in the sky, and he does not go up the mountain with a ghostly mind, and sees the dried corpse and Ganoderma lucidum, his Xi Yu's life will be as plain as the old man Xi hoped when he settled down, and the children and grandchildren of the ancestors of the mountain will be spent as plain and bland. When he reached the age of marrying a well-known dealer girl, his luck was better, and the daughter of the salt seller fell in love with him, so he went to the town, gave birth to children, and enjoyed his old age in peace, and only the years of birth and death were left on the tombstone a hundred years later, and no one would know the joys, sorrows, and sorrows in the story of the teenager below.

Maybe, maybe there was no flash of lightning before his grandfather died, maybe, there weren't so many maybes.

In a flash, the life of the young man who collected medicine changed from then on.

Since the opening of the eternal flood wilderness, the earth gave birth to all spirits, the ancestors came out of the ship, there is life and death, and then felt that above the heavens, there are Daluo gods and spirits dwelling, and the ghosts return, which is also the nine shadows of Yama, life and death are determined in the dark and heaven, outlined in the book, when the time comes, there are bull heads and horses to detain the soul, but all living beings are evil to die and live, and they are eager for longevity and long-term vision, so there is a way to cultivate the truth.

But no one has really seen anyone who lives forever, and the mountain boy can't even think about it, but he has made up his mind to see this beautiful and fragile world in his lifetime.

Wherever there is expectation, let it begin.

The door was not locked, just like that, it was gently fastened, just when the sky was just dawning, Xi Yu was wrapped on his back, stepping on the morning dew, and preparing to say goodbye without saying goodbye, Lao Zhangtou led all the fathers and villagers to wait in the village early, and the three aunts and six mothers-in-law of each family gathered around to wipe their tears, crying and crying, and stuffed a large handful of things into Xi Yu's arms.

Lao Zhangtou looked at his clear eyes and asked, "Gone?"

"Well, let's go. Xi Yu nodded.

"Well, if you're bullied outside, remember to come back at any time. Our piece of the mountain has long been called by no one, only a few of our old men still know that it is called Bottle Mountain, when you go home, you must remember the mountain, don't get lost. ”

"I know!" Xi Yu looked at the earnest eyes of the villagers, stuffed two hard-boiled eggs into the hands of the snot baby who drooled, and suddenly had a pride in his heart, patted his chest, and Lang Lang said: "Go, if I don't mix up my personal appearance, I won't come back!"

There is a loud voice, and the young man has high ambitions.

After speaking, he shook off the burden behind his back, and strode away without looking back.

The red sun rises, the morning glow is tattooed with brilliant gold edges, and the villagers quietly watch the back of the young man who is getting brighter and brighter in the skylight gradually disappear at the end of the road, with a soft smile on the corner of his mouth, no one expects him to get ahead. I just hope that he will be safe and happy for the rest of his life.